The beast stepped closer to me. It wasn't moving on all four anymore. It was now standing on its hind legs.
I didn't know why they brought me here, but it couldn't be to just kill me, right.
As it stepped closer, I realized I couldn't be certain.
It kept letting out this low, uneven bleat.
I moved backward as I lay on the floor, moving my arm frantically, trying to look for something, anything to grab onto.
As it stretched its arm towards me, at the same time my hand grabbed something that looked like a metal pipe. I grabbed it, with a swing it connected with its thigh, forcing it to one knee.
It let out a sharp, broken scream.
That gave me enough time to stand to my feet.
I tried running again and it grabbed my leg.
It dragged me beneath it and wrapped something cold around my neck.
Then it spoke.
"Hey, can you hear me, are you ok, follow my finger."
I watched as it waved its finger around me.
Was I really getting crazy, or did it really speak to me.
It stood up and sighed.
"You've got a real strong arm, kiddo, I can't feel my leg."
I watched its mouth move
apart from its face,
its rectangular pupils fixed on me, it spoke human.
"Where am I," I finally spoke.
It didn't seem like it was trying to kill me, but that didn't mean it wouldn't.
He stretched forth its hand to pull me up.
I pulled on it while he yanked me to my feet.
"I thought for a second I grabbed the execution one instead, that's a relief."
I didn't get to hear what it said, I had already started running again.
There were levels to the amount of weird I could take, a talking goat was already Borderline.
As I ran, a violent zap shot across my entire body. I collapsed to the ground, my muscles, freezing up
but I still had a bit of strength.
I might as well keep running.
It was hurting, but it was manageable.
As I took another step, it zapped again, stronger this time.
I fell with a thud my head was ringing,
I touched my neck, it was the collar, tight and cold,
I started crawling, since I couldn't run.
But the man goat was already walking beside me as I crawled..
"You shouldn't run from people while they're still talking, it's considered rude, you know."
Even while he spoke, something felt wrong.
Not just him.
This place.
He yanked me up and looked at me.
In his hand was a remote, which I presumed was what he was using to control the collar.
He stared at me and said,
"Don't even think about it, if you touch it, you will die for real."
That wasn't a threat.
It was a fact.
Truthfully, I wanted to grab it, but hearing that made me think twice.
"Walk with me," it said, its arms folded behind it, the remote hidden within them.
He was letting me know he wasn't joking, I might really die from touching the remote control
I wasn't risking it and just followed behind him
I bet you're confused about where you are
He started,
"But rest assured if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead"
He stared at me with his rectangular pupils then ran mad
"What you are looking at is the inside of one of the numerous Task Zero flagships."
"I'm the health expert here, you can call me Dr Raquel, or Doc Rac. Whichever makes u more comfortable Devon"
I paused for a while
How the hell did he know my name?
That wasn't normal.
I never told anyone. I have no memories of him or us having this conversation prior.
"That is your name, is it not.
If you are worried about how we got your name, I tell you this in confidence,
That should be least of your worries "
He smiled at me and kept on walking.
I stayed quiet. Watching. Thinking.
Nothing here made sense.
I was still suspicious and cautious of how he got my name, but right now that should be the least of my concerns.
I traced my hands along the interiors of the ship
The walls were smooth and metallic, almost reflective, with faint lines of light running through them like veins.
The floor felt cold under my feet, polished, too clean, like no one was meant to live here.
The lights didn't flicker.
They adjusted.
A low hum filled the air, constant, controlled, like the entire place was alive and watching.
I didn't know when he stopped.
I stumbled into his back.
"Ouch," I said, rubbing my
temple.
He then looked at me.
"This is where we part ways Kiddo, hopefully we don't meet again."
I was still in pain, but I heard what he said.
"These two will take care of you," he said, then gave a bow and turned to leave.
As he left, I could finally see the two figures in front of me.
One of them was a man in his mid 30s.
The other was a young boy who was staring at something else entirely, unfocused.
Devon felt elated.
Because these figures looked human.
They were what he had wanted to see after so long.
Finally.
The man spoke first, his hands folded.
"Come."
I didn't resist. After seeing what they were capable of, and experiencing it firsthand.
As we walked, not one of them said a word.
I took the time to observe them.
The boy had long orange hair. He was wearing a kind of large trouser, and a jacket, his bare upper body was quite visible.
He even had what appeared to be a kind of coloration beneath his eyes that ran down all the way to his cheek in a straight line.
The man was more built, wearing some kind of medieval Chinese clothing with a conical hat, his hands folded in front of him.
But his clothes were lighter.
And just there I could see a kind of metal buried in his back.
It was pure black, with tentacles stretching out from it.
With each step, with each glance, they looked less human.
That feeling again.
Something was wrong.
He finally stopped, then looked at me.
Instinctively I stepped a bit back
"Are you familiar with the concept of death."
I stared at him.
"Excuse me."
Not letting me finish, he picked me up and put me in front of a dark hole.
I looked down.
There was no light.
No bottom.
Just emptiness.
"Wait,wait, wait, you don't have to do this, let's talk it out
Did I do something wrong?"
I was prepared to use my words to get myself out of this questions.
Only a fool anchor themselves to pride when faced with death
"Don't die"
With not a single word, he let go.
As my body dropped into the darkness, I stared at the two figures watching me above
Thier faces looked completely natural
Why tell a guy don't die
then proceed to kill him?